The Bleeding Vow

by Emma Vikes

  "Your chariot awaits you, milady," he said in a fake British accent.

  I burst out laughing at how ridiculous he sounded as we moved into the elevator, exchanging small talk while watching the floor numbers click up. Then suddenly a grinding sound of metal against metal resounded, followed by the elevator abruptly stopping, which almost caused me to fall. Jason reached out in time and held me, and I leaned in on him for support.

  "Thank you," I gasped, balancing myself and leaning away from him. I didn't trust myself around him, especially when I was in his arms. That was when it just clicked in my head. "Jason?" I called out.

  "Yes, Alexa?" he answered, gazing at me.

  "Did the elevator just stop?" I asked in disbelief. Surely, I was not trapped in an elevator with Jason when I was trying my best not to allow him to touch me. We had certainly proved that we couldn't keep our hands to ourselves in enclosed places.

  "Yeah, we've been having some mechanical issues with the elevator for the past week now. But don't worry, we'll be out in no time. The engineers are usually fast in repairing it, and we'll be out in no time, don't worry," he said, trying to alleviate my fears.

  I nodded and remained silent, while he punched the red button on the panel for the emergency response repeatedly. I checked my cell phone for coverage, but there was none. I moved to the far side of the elevator, standing directly opposite Jason and away from him.

  He noticed this and arched his eyebrows in question. "Okay. Looks like we're going to be stuck here for some time. That's enough time for you to tell me what's going on with you."

  It was at that point I knew I was going to confront him right there and then. I couldn't hold it back anymore. My clothes were starting to stick to my back from all that heat, and my legs were aching from all the walking around I’d done earlier. So, I slumped onto the ground and made myself comfortable.

  He did the same, folding up the sleeves of his shirt to reveal his muscular arms. My eyes lingered on them before I glanced away, swallowing loudly.

  I cleared my throat to start. "Who are you?" I asked. "And why are you stealing from Mike?”

  His features went pale, and he looked deep into my eyes for a long while before he decided to grace my question with an answer. "I was going to tell you about it," he replied, still looking into my eyes as if searching for answers.

  "When do you suppose you was going to do that? And what is it you were going to tell me by the way?" I asked, getting angry.

  "Flora," he said quietly, moving his gaze away from mine. "Everything started with Flora."

  Who was Flora? His girlfriend? Sister? Or another fuck buddy like me? He said her name like he loved her. And I think I had heard that name recently. My brain scrambled with different thoughts, trying to make sense of that name.

  "Who is Flora?" I finally asked.

  He sighed heavily and ran his fingers through his hair, making it look disheveled and sexy.

  "Flora is your husband's girlfriend," he replied curtly before palming his face.

  "What?" I gasped. Now that he had mentioned it, I could actually remember Mike blowing up about a certain Flora. But what did that have to do with Jason? I wondered.

  "Okay. What does that have anything to do with you?" I shot at him.

  "She's my cousin.”

  Chapter 16

  There was dead silence for at least a full minute before I gasped. "What?!" That was the only thing I was capable of saying. To say I was stunned was the understatement of the year.

  "What do you mean the woman my husband has been cheating on me with is your cousin?" I asked, this time raising my voice.

  He looked defeated and refused to meet my eyes. "Flora is my cousin from my mum's side of the family and is very close to me.”

  This was real. He was telling the truth. "So, is this a family affair to fuck both husband and wife?" I bit out angrily.

  He raised his head to look at me with an incredulous expression. "Of course not. How can you say that?”

  "So, how would you explain this?"

  "I'm getting there," he said. There was an edge to his voice.

  "Mike had been with Flora long before he met you. I can still remember how Flora was like after the first few times they saw each other. She was happier and was always talking about him." He paused for a minute. "Flora's parents died in a car crash when she was little, and she came to live with us. So, we practically grew up together, and I see her as the younger sister I never had, even if she is my cousin. Unknowingly to us, she had been affected by the accident too, and it had slowed down a part of her brain a bit. Though she acted her age most of the time, her flaw was she trusted easily and saw the good in people, always, no matter what. There was a time in school a mean girl had pushed her away, and she fell to the ground, and just as I was running over to help her, I saw her smiling and giggling at the girl, thinking they were both playing. She was sad for a while but came out of her shell later on, but it was a little too late. Her friends that were her age had made cliques, and she was not fitting in. So, I had been her only friend since then. Which made her shy to talk to other people. I was surprised and happy for her when she came around one time and was talking excitedly about a man she had just met."

  He swallowed hard like it was physically painful to him saying the story out loud. "He wasn't married at the time, because I had him checked out. He had other flings though, but they were nothing serious. I didn’t fully understand their relationship so I could not butt in, I tried my best to be there for her though. Even if I failed at the end of the day." He sighed sadly. "She was falling for him fast, and I could see it. He had gotten her a place of her own and came around when he could even though he was based here, in New York. Then one day, she came running to me. Jumping and excited. I wondered what could have made her that happy. And she broke the news that he had proposed to her." He smiled at the memory. "I smiled at her and hugged her, congratulating her. Although I found something odd. There was no ring. Knowing the way she was, I prodded further for more details, but she closed up. Some months later, I noticed a change in her, so I went over to her place and saw her crying. I thought she had hurt herself, at first, but was able to uncover that he was already married. And she just discovered she was pregnant."

  My eyes widened. I felt sad for the poor girl, she must have gone through a lot at the time, at least she had Jason to see her through it.

  "I was mad. Really mad at him for leading my sister on, only to go and marry someone else. And he doesn’t stop at that but removes his wedding band when he comes to see her. I’m just a comfortable guy living in Amsterdam, but I knew if I wanted to hurt him in any way, I had to understand him first. So, I hired a live-in nurse to take care of Flora and moved her into my apartment, and I came here. For revenge."

  I was now starting to understand everything. Connecting the dots that needed to be connected. But I was still confused about how I came to be in the picture, so I asked him. "Why did you include me in your revenge?"

  "When I got the position as his personal assistant, I was happy. I was close enough to cause damage. That was when I began my digging. I needed dirt on him. Then during my search, I noticed you. I realized you were also a victim in this because he did not stop whoring about even after his wedding. He brought them to the office at times. He didn't care and just did as he liked. That was when I decided to ruin him finally. His business was his life, but I knew I had to cut off all other connections holding the business. Hence, you were coming into the picture. I got to discover the contract you both signed and saw that he stands to gain more in this than you do. I was the one that dropped the envelope by the door and left it in your hands to do as you pleased while I focused on his business. But when you walked out of the door that day, it reminded me of Flora. And my heart broke. I felt something other than an intense attraction for you and in my haste to not let you go like that, I acted on a whim. So, there you have it."

  I was so engulfed by his explanation that I di
dn't even want him to stop and it was a surprise when he did. I blinked fast a few times and noticed that our clothes were drenched, the heat was becoming nearly unbearable. If there was anything worse than a monster, Mike was that thing. Fuck! Look at all the pain he caused.

  "You're not saying anything," he whispered.

  "That's because I'm processing all you just said."

  "Do you mind if I take off my shirt, though? I'm dying in here."

  "Sure, go ahead," I said, fighting back a smile.

  Jason stood up and took off his shirt, showing the rippling muscles that I was always fantasizing about. He was making it hard to think, half dressed. His trousers hung low on his hips, and a hint of his briefs was showing. My gaze shifted down to his crotch, and I could see the familiar bulge. I squeezed my thighs together when I felt myself get wet from staring at his crotch. I was really going crazy.

  I dragged my gaze away and swallowed hard trying to make sense of all he had just said. "So, have you been able to detect anything fishy in Mike's business?" I asked.

  "Actually, yes, I have. But I'll need to get my hands on some paperwork evidence that is going to help screw him for a very long time," he said, smiling wickedly.

  I could understand the desire burning within him to bring Mike down because I had one within me too. The heat was becoming so bad that even fanning myself was not working anymore.

  "I'm going to take off my clothes too, I've already sweated through them, and they’re sticking to me,” I said, and without waiting for a response, I got up and undressed right in front of him. Well, that was not the first time. But it was the first time I did that when I didn’t plan on having sex.

  I stood in front of him in my red, lacy bra and matching panties. I glanced over at him and could see him gazing at me with hunger in his eyes. I could feel the heat of his gaze as it moved slowly over every inch of my body.

  I didn’t know how it happened, but it happened so quickly. One minute we were staring at each other from a distance and the next we were attacking each other’s mouths.

  Just as usual it was magical. We fought the battle of dominance with our tongues, and he conquered. His kissing skills were still top notch as I remembered them to be. We forgot all about our issues and being locked up in the elevator and all that mattered to us at that moment was us. It was the way we made ourselves feel.

  His tongue moved expertly in my mouth before moving to suck on my bottom lip. I moaned into his mouth and deepened the kiss. I touched him everywhere. I just wanted to feel his body, feel his muscles as they rippled beneath my fingers. Then he pulled his lips away from mine, breathing hard while he trailed his tongue down my jawline.

  Chapter 17

  “I’d wanted to do that since we stepped in,’ he breathed into my ear.

  I shivered as his warm breath caressed the skin behind my ear, causing tiny shocks of pleasure down my body to my core. I moaned and arched my breasts into him, and he responded and took them into his large hands, cupping them through my bra.

  He squeezed me up a bit before reaching behind for the hook to loosen it. In one snap, I felt my bra fall off my breasts, causing hot air to blow against them. Jason went straight for the kill and took one of my nipples into his mouth. I gripped his head to steady myself from the jolt of pleasure that passed through me.

  After giving each nipple its due attention, he moved downwards towards my crotch. Kissing my core through my panties. Then his fingers shifted my panties to the side and slid along my slit as if to check how wet I was. He teased me a bit before withdrawing.

  I was a panting mess. I imagined what the maintenance guys would see when they got the elevator open. But right now, I didn’t care. All I cared about was the way Jason was making me feel so good.

  I felt his hands on either side of my hips as they began to pull my panties down and I raised my legs to step out of them. I gave them a glance and saw that they were drenched with my fluids, indicating how wet I was.

  He knelt down right in front of me, parting my thighs slightly, and stuck out his tongue to flick on my clit. I jerked forward in response, and he continued. Sucking and swirling his tongue as far as he could reach down my very wet slit. I was incredibly horny, and Jason certainly knew how to build me up to a fantastic orgasm.

  I pushed my hips forward so I was in his mouth, and he lapped more of me hungrily, moving against me, with his tongue swirling.

  Then he stopped. He freaking stopped just when I was nearing my climax. He glanced up at me and smiled, his eyes touching every inch of my body hungrily.

  “I want to fuck you so bad and at the same time make love to you,” he said softly, rising to kiss my lips and making me taste myself, which was surprisingly hot to me.

  “Make love to me?” I croaked out

  “Yes, make love to you. To show you how much you mean to me not in words but in actions. I love you, Alexa,” Jason said, staring deeply into my eyes.

  I could feel myself melt away under his gaze as my heart pounded really fast. He loved me. Jason loved me. I was giddy at first, but then I paused. I loved him back, but I was not sure I wanted to enter into another relationship almost immediately when I was just getting out of one. And I had not even gotten out of it yet. So, I crashed his lips against mine again while pulling his slacks off, alongside his briefs.

  I moaned into his mouth, slanting my lips across his as I felt our bodies pressed flush against each other. The feeling was epic. His cock was poking my lower abdomen, and I could feel it had a very solid length and girth.

  I wiggled my body against his cock that trapped between us, stroking him with all of me, while pressing my breasts against his chest.

  "Christ, Alexa. I need to be inside you," he said, his voice full of need and desire. His cock was dripping with pre-cum as I rubbed my body all over it.

  "What if the elevator starts working?" I asked.

  "The more fun for anyone who sees us. I can’t wait any longer, can you?” he asked, lifting me up slightly in his arms.

  "Hell no," I grinned at him, raising my hips to line up against his, feeling the brush of his cock in my core. I moaned and wriggled again, wanting more of the same feeling.

  He kissed me again, this time a deep and long kiss. Our tongues entwining as he lined his cock against my entrance, teasing my opening, sliding in and out. I could feel the message he was trying to pass across from the kiss. It wasn’t like any other. It was a kiss that spoke of passions unspent, promises of rapture and endless years of worship.

  Then he suddenly thrust into me, making me scream into his mouth. That was amazing. Even though we had fucked several times, it was still a shock to me whenever he entered me again. Like how could he fill me up so perfectly and completely?

  Our bodies connected on another level, in another realm. I became his, and he became mine in that instant, making it hard for anyone to know where I started from and where I stopped. We had become one.

  I pulled back from the kiss, breathing heavily while he stayed within me, only moving a bit to move in and out slowly, both of us reveling in the slow grinding. Fuck! I was half panting, half whimpering into his ear. I held his head in my hands pressing him close to my chest as I enjoyed the slow ride. I moved behind his ear to suck on his earlobe as a small orgasm tore through me, and my legs quivered as my pussy tightened around his deeply buried cock.

  "Fuck, you’re gripping me tight," he groaned, sawing through pussy as I tried to control my shaking from my orgasm.

  He began to move faster within me, pulling almost all the way out to the tip, and then sliding fully back inside of me. We were dripping with sweat now, but we didn’t care, we filled the elevator with our moans.

  He paused and moved sideways, adjusting his angle and moved back to slam inside me. I was moaning like crazy as I rolled my hips to meet his thrusts. We were both moving up and down, back and forth, faster and deeper. I made sure to squeeze him with my pussy muscles, enjoying his grunts of pleasure as I let out mine
. I could feel his thighs tremble, and the urgency of his thrusts. He was close.

  Then we heard a clanking sound coming from somewhere down below and stopped. We looked at each other, interpreting what it meant with our eyes. The air suddenly stirred in the elevator, bringing a little cooling breeze to our heated bodies.

  "Fuck me faster, hurry. Come inside me," I gasped, and he didn’t wait for me to finish my words when he began hammering me with his cock. I felt myself draw near to the gates of my climax.

  “Yes, yes, I’m coming,” I cried out as my whole body shook in pleasure.

  Jason continued to move inside me, faster and faster, like a man deranged while I rode out my orgasm, my walls tightening on his swollen hard cock.

  “I’m coming inside you,” he growled, spilling his seed inside of me. Again and again until his thrusts slowed to a stop.

  We gasped for breath as we clung onto each other, the elevator now on the move. “We need to get dressed before it gets to your floor,” I managed to say.

  The elevator was still moving, but slowly with rickety sounds of metal against metal but not enough to cause a screeching sound. We broke apart with a groan, and I held onto the wall for support due to my quivering legs. Jason gave me a look and slapped me on the ass, grinning, “I’ve always wanted to do that,” he said.

  I shook my head at him and turned around to pick up my gown from the floor and pulled it over my head. I took the rest of my underwear and stuffed them into my purse. I combed my hair with my hands, trying to comb out the tangles. When I was done, I looked over at Jason and saw him calmly watching me with a smile.

  I returned his smile and walked into his arms, placing my lips against his. I would never get tired of kissing him.

  Then the elevator reached the tenth floor and opened with a creaking sound, and after a moment we walked out with our hands joined together. Two repairmen were there, and their jaws fell open when they saw us before covering them quickly with an apologetic look.